Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

In the valley.

Huikong and Huiming waited in boredom.

"Brother, you said that Master knew that Jiang Liuliu's so-called calculation might be false, so why did he still want to kill Xuan Chengzi?"

Huiming asked doubtfully.

"Does it matter whether Jiang Liuliu said it or not?"

Huikong looked over and sneered: "Don't you know that Master had already decided to kill Xuan Chengzi before leaving Sansheng Zen Temple?"

"Why?"

"Because Master believes that Uncle Sun did not practice Happy Zen with him because of Xuan Chengzi. To put it bluntly, Xuan Chengzi blocked Master's way."

"But..."

Huiming pursed his lips: "But what if this matter is leaked? I heard that Master Changkong is very fond of Xuan Chengzi."

"If Ziwei Daomen knows that our Master killed Xuan Chengzi, how can we not investigate?"

"This is a crime of destroying the unity of the five major sects. Now is the critical moment of fighting against the Demon Sect. At that time, in order to give an explanation to Ziwei Daomen, our Zen sect will Elders of the academy, I'm afraid even if they don't want to punish the master, they can't do it, right? "

"Hehe, you don't understand this, so what if it's a punishment, the master doesn't care at all."

Hui Kong laughed and said, "I heard from the master that if he could practice Happy Zen with Uncle Sun, he would be able to break through two major realms in ten years, directly from the Soul Refining Realm to the Sun Travel Realm."

"Tsk tsk, that's the Sun Travel Realm. If he practices normally, how can he not enter it after two or three thousand years?"

"Such a great opportunity, the master certainly can't let it go, and it's even more impossible to let anyone block his opportunity."

"In fact, if it weren't for the elders of our Zen academy who valued Uncle Sun very much, the master would probably have forced it long ago, and there wouldn't be so much trouble."

"Can he really enter the Sun Travel Realm?"

Hui Ming was shocked.

That was a realm he didn't even dare to imagine in his dreams.

"No wonder Master wanted to kill Xuan Chengzi. If I had the chance to cross two realms in ten years, I would never let anyone ruin my chance."

"Hehe, it seems that Xuan Chengzi is unlucky."

Hui Ming laughed gloatingly.

Suddenly, the two looked outside the valley.

They could feel that something was rapidly entering the valley from the stratum there.

"It's coming."

The two got up quickly and stared at the ground.

Swish!

Suddenly, a stream of light shot out from the stratum and fell into Hui Kong's hand.

It was a small porcelain bottle, about the size of a little finger, and looked very delicate.

"Okay, Master has already got Xuan Chengzi's breath, and it's up to us next."

Hui Kong put the small porcelain bottle on the ground, then took out a palm-sized black wooden box from his arms and opened it.

In the box, there was a small table the length of a thumb, and on the table were various offerings, incense, candles, peach wood swords and other things.

This is a table for rituals, and there is a little wooden man standing in front of the table.

The little wooden man looks exactly like the monk Shangzhen. If it weren't for its small size, you would almost think it is a real person.

This is a puppet incarnation, made of precious materials, which contains a trace of the monk Shangzhen's divine thoughts, which can exert a powerful curse.

Monk Huikong took out the table and the little wooden man, placed them on a stone, and then sat cross-legged with Huiming on both sides.

"Let's start, curse that Xuanchengzi to death as soon as possible, so that we can go back and report to the master."

"Okay, that kid is unlucky."

The two took a deep breath, and at the same time, they operated their magic power and slowly injected it into the little wooden man.

Buzz!

A strange power rippled, and the little wooden man actually moved by himself as if he were alive.

It picked up the peach wood sword on the table and danced like a real person, and also presented various offerings one by one, and lit the talisman paper with candlelight.

Gradually, a strange power began to emerge around the altar and the little wooden man.

This strange power is the curse power of the curse killing technique.

It's just that one thing makes people laugh and cry.

Shangzhen monk is a Buddhist monk, and the little wooden man is also dressed like a monk. As a result, the puppet curse killing technique he created is actually a Taoist method, which is really funny.

The curse power condensed around is getting thicker and thicker.

At this time, the little wooden man put down the peach wood sword and picked up a scarecrow smaller than it from the altar.

Then it opened the small porcelain bottle on the ground and guided the breath belonging to Zhao Mu into the scarecrow.

Finally, it pinched the seal with its hands, muttered something in its mouth, and then pulled out a sharp needle and inserted it fiercely into the scarecrow's dantian.

The next moment, a strange curse killing force rushed into the sky, directly broke through the void and disappeared.

...

After Zhao Mu left the capital, he shrunk the ground into an inch and headed west all the way.

He was very fast, and before long, he had left the capital city for thousands of miles.

This was a ruined village, with bones scattered everywhere. It was obvious that all the people in the village had been killed and eaten by demons.

Zhao Mu walked in the village, and he could vaguely sense the ghosts hiding in every corner. If an ordinary person entered the village, he would probably have been possessed by these things.

He shook his head and prepared to leave.

But suddenly his face changed, and he felt a sharp pain in his dantian, as if something had pierced his lower abdomen, and with it, there was also a strange and cold power.

"No, it's a curse-killing technique."

Zhao Mu endured the severe pain and waved his hand to take out the Xuanguang Mirror.

He squeezed the seal with his hand, and the Xuanguang Mirror suddenly grew in size, reflecting his entire body in it.

"Xuan Guang is created to reverse the yin and yang, turn it around for me."

Zhao Mu drank softly, and a mysterious force shot out from the mirror, covering his whole person.

The next moment, the real Zhao Mu and the Zhao Mu in the mirror began to flicker.

The conversion speed between the two is getting faster and faster, and it is gradually impossible to distinguish the true from the false.

Suddenly the rotation stopped, and the two Zhao Mu once again returned to the state of facing each other inside and outside.

Zhao Mu in the mirror was unscathed.

But for Zhao Mu outside the mirror, blood flowed from his Dantian, followed by bright red blood from his arms, legs, and even the seven orifices on his head.

Moreover, Zhao Mu's face quickly aged, his face was covered with wrinkles, his black hair quickly turned gray, and his body gradually became rickety and shrunken.

After just a few breaths, Zhao Mu was already exhausted on the ground, gradually losing his breath.

boom!

Suddenly, Zhao Mu's body shook and turned into ashes all over the ground.

A gust of wind blew by, and the ashes immediately flew up with the wind and disappeared.

But the next moment, the surface of the Xuanguang Mirror rippled like water, and then another Zhao Mu walked out of it.

Zhao Mu waved his hand gently, the Xuanguang Mirror rippled again, and a valley suddenly appeared on the mirror.

I saw Huikong and Huiming sitting cross-legged on both sides of a stone in the valley.

There are small altars and wooden figures on the rocks.

At this time, the scarecrow in the little wooden man's hand was already filled with sharp needles.